M A R A N A T H A †μαρὰν ἀθά
(1 Samuel 1-2)
The journey might be stained with tears
Yet faith and hope expel her fears
Along the way she searches truth
A word from God assuring proof
She asked He Gave
She lost He found
Her knees again dig into ground
Wildest prayers from depth of heart
Waiting and wanting a brand new start.
Moments of joy and life full of love
Drift and depart through my days
Washing over and receding in spin
Like the waves of the billowing sea
Departing and loss is painful and yet
The promise of life still returns
Surprised by joy with bloom in hand
Like a gentleman courting his bride
Riding the tide and awaiting return
Learning to breathe once again
Push into the freedom of letting it go
Knowing Your love will sustain
Lord help me and keep me
And use me for good
Turn ashes to beauty from pain.
From heart to words I hit the page; Slamming down my pain.
I hear a voice that calls to me; Drawing tears, from the deep well of my soul.
But it’s not a voice, more of a persistent tug on my spirit, That is my God. I feel you.
Down in my being, I am full of laughter, smiles, and joy; I am forgiving and gentle.
But now, only anguish seems to be pulling at me from below, I force my eyes upward, to love.
I am stumbling in both directions, up and down. I want to feel stable and safe.
I yearn for the wildness of God to surround. Protect me, know me, love me; and He does.
